Questioning faith in the parsha
More important than keeping kosher
In my home when I was a kid we didn’t keep kosher. But we had an old family friend whom my mother had known since she was a girl, and he was very frum. He would nevertheless eat at our house from time to time, but then my mom would always plan the meal well in advance and stick to fish or chicken. One day he just happened to be at our place and it was getting near dinner time. “Do you want to stay and eat with us?” my mom said. “we’ve got steak”. “Sure, I’d love to”, he replied. “But mom” I said to her, out of his hearing, “but it’s not kosher”. “Ah”, said my mom, “but he’s a gentleman.